Coruscant. The center of the core and the jewel of the Galactic Alliance. One of the most important and historic places in the whole galaxy. The planet that never sleeps. The big
Shuura. If you could make it there you could make it anywhere and Blair had every intention of making it. The Galactic City Dance Company was for the first time since coming in control of the alliance getting set to perform " A New Hope." an ancient ballet, composed and choreographed hundreds of years in the past and performed only once every ten years to commemorate the first significant blow in the fall of the ancient Empire. It had it all, action, adventure, romance, loveable and terrifying characters in equal measure, and of course, wonderful music. There was an open call for the lead female character, a princess of Alderaan, and Blaire–plus six more girls–had traveled all the way from Hapes to try and claim the part. They were all among the best ballerinas Hapes had to offer and they would not be her only competition, every civilized world from the inner rim to the edge of wild space would be sending their best, no doubt, but Blaire knew in her heart like she knew the sound of her own mother's voice that the part was hers.
"You're sure you're going to be okay?" He asked in that voice that meant he was asking because he thought he should not because he wanted to. She giggled at him. Jaa Ardan was her escort, which he took to mean "protector" and he at least liked to act like he took that role seriously. Jaa was Corellian with dark curly brown hair and bright blue eyes that she had to tilt her head to look into.
"What kind of trouble could I get into?" She asked him. That drew a crooked half smile to his face. Jaa knew exactly what kind of trouble Blaire was likely to get into, more than half the time he was right there in it with her. They talked through the open doorway of her hotel suite. He stood in the hallway with both hands on either side of the door frame and he leaned half way into the room and loomed over her like some great tree. He was so close she could smell his cologne and corellian whiskey. She was rather fond of that half-smile of his and had been since she was old enough to notice boys.
"Are you trying to get me to stay?" He asked, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. It was an overly familiar gesture and she felt her body grow warmer. Jaa was always doing things like that and getting himself in trouble for it. If her father had seen him do such a thing…
"No. Certainly not." She told the boy she had known since she was six and he was ten. His father had worked as a porter for her own, before they were both lost in the burning of Naboo. Before that particular tragedy though Jaa had suffered another, his mother and younger siblings were killed when their transport from Corellia to Naboo had been caught in the crossfire of some war between the Jedi and Sith. She didn't know which one. That tragedy and Jaa's station had never allowed for them to grow too close when they were young, though they were hardly strangers. It was in the last few years though that the two of them had been together on a professional level. After Jaa graduated from Naboo's military academy he returned to service with her father as a guard. Young, roguish, and rebellious, Jaa Ardan was perfect company for Blaire to drag into schemes and reckless youthful adventures. Having Jaa as her personal protector had likely saved his life when Naboo fell, she wondered if he had truly forgiven her for that. He hadn't really acted any differently toward her but boys liked to hide how they felt like keeping it inside was some favor they did for everyone else, that carrying a burden no one asked them too made them strong, somehow feeling worse made them feel better.
"Go have fun, Jaa. I'm going to get some sleep while I can, okay?"
He smiled, placed a hand on her cheek and swept off down the hall. They both knew he was supposed to stay with her and they both knew he was going to go and enjoy more of that whiskey with Cecile—one of the other ballerinas from Hapes—and they were both happier for it.
Blaire waited half an hour before changing out of her knight clothes and into something more suited for a night out. A long sleeved white top with a very modest neckline, a black skirt that stopped just at the knee, a pair of black leggings and comfortable black shoes. She waited another fifteen minutes and left her room taking the opposite direction down the hall that Jaa went. Soon she was on the street and hailing a droid occupied cab, she gave the droid some credits and requested her destination. Sometime later the droid was dropping her off and she was walking down the street, looking for, well anything, this was her night and she wanted to find some fun. She felt bad for lying to Jaa but she just knew that this was one step too far. If all the crazy and down right dumb things the two of them had done together she knew there was no way he was gonna be convinced to go with her this time.
To level 1313.
Tok Demvu
Blaire Sal-Soren
